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368 FOREST MELODIES.
Remember this dark world is cold and bleak, And both alike must fade."
From yonder changeful tree The voice of falling leaves salutes my ear— Listen! it comes again—Dost thou not hear ?■
" Prepare to fall like me !"
And the sweet bird, that sings His parting hymn upon his fav'rite tree; 0 ! learn the lesson that he teaches thee—
" Prepare to spread thy wings !"
Happy indeed are they Who hear these voices from the earth and sky, And, hearing, seek a better home on high,
Which knows no dire decay!
WETTTEIT U2TDER A PICTUBK OF HKB TOMB.
There they laid her down to rest,
Their best beloved one ; Strew'd the damp earth o'er her breast,
When the soul had gone: Lowly there she sleeps alone, 'Neath the white, sepulchral stone.
Spot, made sacred by the tears Of the patriarch distress'd 1